He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 | Belong Only to Her

Natalie’s POV

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Thank goodness the bathroom line is short, and I manage to pee without waiting long. I wash my hands and study myself closely in the mirror. I still look fresh and attractive. My hair keeps its bounce

and shine. There are no wrinkles in sight. Dylan looks incredibly sexy in his black jeans and deep

ocean–blue dress shirt. The top three buttons are undone, showing off his tan skin and the edge of his

chest tattoo. Dancing with him on the floor has me feeling horny. His lips look full, firm, and

impossible not to bite. I have never felt anything like what I feel for Dylan before.

From the moment I meet him at the beach party Scar brings me to, Dylan captures my attention. Since then, we are practically inseparable. He makes me feel valued, as if I am the only person in his

universe. When we go on dates, his eyes never wander.

And women definitely try. Waitresses openly flirt with him right in front of me. He either ignores them or shuts them down with lines like, “Do you mind? You’re blocking the beauty beside me,” or “Do you not see the fucking Goddess standing here? This woman belongs to me, and I belong only to her.”

Every time, it makes me feel amazing.

He constantly talks about his brothers, and don’t mind at all. His entire life fascinates me. He tells me Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! how they meet and how all of them are adopted by terrible people He never keeps secrets from me. What he and his brothers endure would destroy many people, yet they come out stronger and, surprisingly, genuinely kind.

After spending more time with Logan and Clayton at their house, l/see the deep love they share and how caring they are. We all go out for lunch or dinner together. I watch how politely they treat others. They also shower me with attention just like Dylan does.

I’m not sure if that’s because I’m Dylan’s girlfriend or if I’m reading too much into it. Dylan’s comments about how they share everything still echo in my thoughts. But Logan and Clayton don’t act like they want me. They treat me like a friend. Like their brother’s girlfriend, or maybe a friend with benefits. We never really talk about exclusivity. They joke with me and tease me lightly. But they never flirt. I do catch them looking at me occasionally, but they always smile and look away.

I let out a quiet sigh, annoyed with myself. I find both of them incredibly attractive, but I’ve probably overanalyzed Dylan’s comments about sharing. I fluff my hair one last time before leaving the

bathroom.

Suddenly, a large man grabs my arm. He looks like one of the security guards stationed around the club, dressed entirely in black–suit, shirt, and tie.

“Ma’am, please come with me.”

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“Um, what’s happening?” I ask nervously. “I’m here with my friends and our men.”

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“Yes, I know,” he replies calmly. “Something has come up. I’m supposed to escort you somewhere

safe.”

“Oh,” I whisper. I silently curse myself for leaving my clutch at the table. I want my phone so I can

contact someone.

He leads me out of the main building and walks me toward a green structure. We stop in front of a

door marked with the number three. Without warning, he grabs both of my arms. I hear footsteps

behind me, and suddenly a blindfold is placed over my eyes and secured tightly. Something wraps

around my wrists, binding them together.

“Wait, stop,” I protest, struggling. I hear the door open, and the two people behind me guide me inside t

he room.

“Enjoy,” they say together. A moment later, I hear their footsteps retreat, followed by the door clicking shut behind them. My body starts trembling immediately, and a small, broken sound slips from my

throat. The room is silent. At first, nothing reaches my ears.

“H–Hello?” I ask, my voice unsteady and thin.

Footsteps approach me, close enough that I can sense movement. I repeat to myself that I will not be hurt. This place is Club Lustland. Still, the fear inside me swells, creeping past my attempts to stay

calm.

“Please,” I say quickly. “I have friends here. They’ll notice I’m gone.‘

A low laugh answers me. My breathing turns sharp and fast. Someone’s hand closes gently around my arms, guiding me ahead. We come to a stop, and that hand drifts slowly upward, sliding along my arm, crossing my left shoulder, and curling around the back of my neck. The tie of my dress loosens, and the top slips down. Cool air touches my bare skin, making my nipples tighten instantly. A soft

whimper escapes me.

“Please don’t,” I plead. “I have a boyfriend. I don’t want this.”

Warm lips skim the edge of my ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,” a familiar voice murmurs.

My heart rate eases as Dylan speaks. The panic drains away. His hands move freely over my breasts, confident and unhurried. This must be what Maisie meant–no limits here. Anything is allowed. We’re probably being watched, and Dylan clearly accepts that. We’re putting on a performance. I’m suddenly grateful for the blindfold; I don’t think I could handle knowing who’s watching. Given Dylan’s taste for making me moan loud enough for his brothers to hear, this fits him perfectly. I let myself accept it. I want this–only with him, and only for him.

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His fingers graze my nipples, and a moan rises from my chest. He teases one, then the other, before his mouth closes around my right nipple. His tongue is warm as it flicks and laps, curling around me before he pulls me fully into his mouth.

“Oh, yes,” I breathe, the words barely formed.

His hands slide to my hips. I’m so absorbed in what he’s doing that I don’t notice anyone behind me until another pair of hands loosens the bindings at my wrists. I flinch and let out a startled sound.

“Wh-” I begin.

“Shhh, baby,” Dylan whispers. “This is all for you. Just relax and feel it.”

My breath stalls. Is he planning to share me? Hands trace my body from behind, mapping every curve, before gripping my ass firmly and squeezing. I let out a slow sigh–it feels incredible. My dress is tugged downward, slipping over my hips until it pools around my feet, and I’m encouraged to step free. Suddenly, I’m lifted off the ground. Bare skin presses against mine. Whoever holds me is naked. My hands explore him instinctively, discovering broad shoulders and powerful arms. Lips brush my forehead as he bends, and I’m laid back onto a bed. A body settles beside me. Hands grasp my ankles. A mouth claims my left nipple, and then another claims my right. I jolt at the realization.

There are others here–two more, alongside Dylan. Is he recreating something with strangers, standing in for his brothers? His brothers didn’t want me, so maybe he found men who do. Just for tonight. I’m not sure how I feel. I wanted his brothers to want me the way Dylan clearly does. But maybe I’m not their type. Fine. I push it aside. I decide to enjoy this–for myself, and with my man.

My legs are parted without warning, and a mouth dives between them immediately. My back arches as I cry out. The mouths at my breasts intensify their suction.

“Oh God–yes. Please, baby,” I beg aloud. Dylan’s tongue works me expertly, just as I know it can. It flicks rapidly over my clit. My legs hook over his shoulders and begin to tremble. Two fingers thrust inside my soaked core, pumping hard as his lips seal around my clit and suck.

“Ahhhh!” I scream. His fingers curl and stroke, and my awareness shatters. The orgasm hits hard and fast. My body spasms, twisting beneath the intensity.